The best EVER
It was quite possibly the first ever WOMAD in 1982 but it could have been the following year.

I'd never been to a festival before but my eventually-to-be-ex-husband-but-at-that-point-boyfriend was a bit of a muso and dragged me, willingly, along. It was all very nice and we did the usual things but one thing sticks in my mind as a highlight, not just of the festival, but probably the year.

At that time I'd never heard of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan [and I can tell by the looks of bemusement on most of your faces that some of you still haven't] but the man was, quite simply, the voicepiece of God. Sadly he's no longer with us, but his music lives on. For those that don't know, he was the king of Qawwali {see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qawwali} the mystic music of the Sufis. The group was about ten strong and consisted of a few solo singers, backing singers/clappers, harmonium players and a tabla player, all sat cross-legged on the stage with Nusrat in the centre, magnificent as a Buddha, a big, fat man with a voice bigger than his belly.

We'd both been smoking some very fine Nepalese black all day and were feeling more than mellow, in fact we were half inclined to nip back to the tent but Ben really wanted to see this, so we found a nice spot at the back of the tent and settled down. The music was incredible - each piece would start slowly, voices and harmonium slowly weaving up and down a scale for a few minutes until Nusrat launched into the first chorus. Hand-claps would start and each line would be repeated by the backing singers, the momentum building, the tabla throbbing, the harmoniums grinding, the voices wailing and flying, the steady clapping of the backing chorus. We were both transfixed and transported. After the first number ended the applause was immense and we settled down for the next number, I sat in front of Ben and he put his arms around me and we slowly rocked along with the music. As the next song built, he gently started rubbing my tits through the thin material of my floaty dress and I could feel his hard-on grow against my spine.

At the end of the second song I manoevered myself next to Ben and discreetly got out of my knickers before kneeling down over Ben's outstretched legs with my back to him again. I spread my dress so that it covered his lap and he undid his jeans and slid his pants down. This time, as the music slowly built, I gently rocked up and down on my knees until he was able to slide smoothly inside me. I can't adequately describe the feeling as for the whole of the next song, which was at least 15 minutes, I ever so gently rocked up and down on Ben's hard cock while my eyes and ears were fixed on the group of musicians and singers on the stage. The music built and built, hippies danced and swayed, the voices soared and swooped and Ben's hand slowly reached around, under my dress, over my thigh, found my clit and began to rub in time to the beat. I'm not a religious person, but that night I definitely had a religious experience and seriously considered becoming a full-time Sufi. I came like a train but Ben had to wait until the middle of the next song and my second mind-blowing orgasm before he shot a load so long and hard that it almost came out of the top of my head.

[If you're interested I it was 'Dam hama dam ali ali' that was the big one. We tried replicating the experience at home but it was never quite the same. Good fun trying though.]
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 16:21, 6 replies)

I'm curious...
Is your aim in life simply to distract me?

Well, it works!

*click*
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 16:25, closed)

Hey
What else are you going to do at this time on a Friday?

Have a good weekend.

K
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 16:29, closed)

Pretend to work?
Haha
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 16:38, closed)

Erm...
Yeah. Erm... *clicks*

*Comes over all unnecessary*
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 5 Jun 2009, 16:30, closed)

I remember this guy...
Because he had a track ('Musst Musst' I think it was) on a compo tape called 'Dance Energy' (after the crappy BBC2 dance music programme of the same name - it was hosted by the infamous Normski).

Also brings me back as I once got wanked off to a track called 'Aftermath' by Nightmares on Wax which appeared on that same compo...

PS. *click* BTW
(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Fri 5 Jun 2009, 17:40, closed)

Crikey.
If this bloke produces this sort of reaction I shall definitely have to check him out...
Nice post btw :)
(berk, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 15:38, closed)